Our Plight Our Love Poem by Thomas Plotz

The old wood lay's still,
With the young standing firm,
Praying from the sky, patched with blue and milky white

Trees green with delight,
Oh, green with enchantment, pleasure, and plight

Measure our love for the other, fight
On how we honor our older brother,

We support your fight and plight,
From our branched arms from above, and
Our love roots will raise you from the floor,

Cuddling you as a Babe once more
Yes,
Cuddling you as a Babe once more

T. Plotz
Our Plight Our Love
16 NOV.2016